When I was a bowey

When I was a bowey,

I loved to go to Fowey;

listen to David Bowie

and Bowey George.


Then I grew up,

stopped playing with toweys,

discovered gulls, discarded buoys,

and all manner of beach detritus.


Now, I am washed up,

on the shore

but here,

at least for a little bit moor.


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